While he worked at his computer, she sat quietly on the settee, looking out the window at the rain. A book lay open but unread on her lap and she seemed a thousand miles away. He occasionally looked her when she was not noticing and he saw a lot.

He pulled away, undressing for her, making a show of it. He was well built, his rigid member standing out from his body, long, twitching with every beat of his heart. A clear, glistening drop of precum drew her eyes to him and she blushed as she could not stop the moan of appreciation that slipped from her.

The three parts of this story have been written for (and at the request of!) a great friend and confidant, who can challenge and surprise me like no-one else I know. The scene they describe follows on from a conversation that we weren't able to complete a few weeks ago. At the time She asked me to write something for Her and suggested that I post it here for everyone's enjoyment. So here you go...I hope it brings you at least a little of the pleasure I had writing it, and that I think She's had reading it installment by installment!

Adriana was working the evening shift at the town's only motel when she noticed an elderly black lady walk in with a young blonde to her side. The ebony lady was in her early 30s, very attractive, tall and well developed while the blond was slightly overweight, in her 40s, and smaller. What was stranger was the black lady had her hand down on the blond ass and was rubbing it and she was dressed like a slut in leather skirt and blouse.

I'm a Junior at a large Midwest university. Since my roommate wasn't due for 2 days after I moved into our dorm, I went out on the town alone Saturday night. The Rail- the nearby strip of bars- is always busy, and I went from one to another saying hello to friends I hadn't seen over the summer.

If you think that you have read stories of female domination, you ain't heard nothing yet. This story is true. I met her at a party. Her name was Rachel. She was incredibly beautiful. A body to die for. Imagine your most favorite female lust object. This was her. I started talking with her and hitting on her. No matter how interesting the party was, I would much rather be with her, in any and every sense of the word. Most especially, I wanted to be inside of her.

The chairs were easy. Aaron had them done by Saturday. He could strip pieces for his customers and enjoy the work, but stripping something for Davina was a major turn on. His cock stayed hard the whole time he was working on the chairs. His mind painted pictures of Davina and her lover doing every imaginable kind of sexual act.

Over and over the belt landed as He counted out the strokes. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.

It was my thirtieth birthday, and my lovely husband, Ken, had arranged a special evening for me. By the way, Ken is not short of Kenneth, but Kennedy. I think they named him after an airport somewhere.

All Tied Up She can’t move. Not in any appreciable way; twitch, strain, tug, yes, but the restraints hold well and she is spread-eagled on the bed, unable to free herself.